This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling shook her head. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I am someone who has the ability to get you all to sit here and listen to me."

Aimu raised his eyebrows with interest. An Ling seemed to have suddenly become a different person. She went against her previous principle of keeping a low profile and challenged so many people who could be said to be "powerful" here.

Sure enough, as soon as An Ling said this, everyone's face turned grim. Those people from the imperial court looked at the man in fancy clothes cautiously, hoping to detect some instructions on his face.

Although the man in fancy clothes usually behaved arrogantly, he did not show any obvious murderous intent in response to An Ling's challenge. Instead, he laughed as if he had heard a joke, and his laughter gradually grew louder until the entire cave was filled with the sound of his laughter.

The man in fancy clothes smiled and shook his head. "You are so interesting and funny. Your name is... An Ling, right? I'll remember this name."

Lord Fan, who had arrested An Ling and put her in jail before, actually began to speak up for An Ling. He moved a few steps and advised earnestly, "Your Highness, this person is by no means a wicked person. She just lost her composure suddenly and said something she shouldn't have said. Please don't blame her! Looking at the situation, it's probably this Miss An who saved us from this dangerous illusion! Your Highness, please think twice!"

An Ling ignored the drama of "one after another" and had been calmly watching these so-called "adults" since she woke up. They behaved in all kinds of ugly ways: some of them, who were powerful monks themselves, were servile and fawning on the young nobles; some of them, even though they were of low status, were willing to speak up for the righteous path in their hearts; and some of them, for their own selfish desires, could completely disregard the safety of the people and stir up trouble with their own hands...

An Ling watched them arguing, fighting, and forming an alliance. Her heart, which had been burning with the determination to protect the people of the world since the East China Sea, suddenly turned cold. She suddenly felt very tired. She didn't know what else she could do in front of these adults who were stirring up trouble. Maybe, the moment they were let go, they would ask their men to kill them. Who knows?

However, An Ling was unwilling to accept such an outcome. She did not want to repay the favor, nor did she want to stand idly by. She just wanted to follow her own will and live her life as she pleased.

So, she blurted out all the words that had been held in her stomach for a long time in one breath, regardless of what they thought or what impact it would have on her in the future. But at this moment, she was truly living for herself.

After she finished what she wanted to say, she pinched her right hand to release everyone's restraints, took a deep breath, and bowed to everyone, "Here, I would like to thank Master Fan for being willing to speak for me, but An Ling is afraid that you will be disappointed. Everything I just said is the true feelings of my heart. I am not attacking anyone. I just want to tell you what I want to say. That's it." She paused, then turned and left, "Goodbye."

Everyone watched An Ling leave. No one raised any objections. Everyone was deeply shocked by what An Ling did. At this moment, Ayimu stood up, placed her hands on the raised hands of a devout believer, and walked slowly towards her. She smiled and said, "Fortunately, you didn't chase her out. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you get away so easily."

The man in fancy clothes waved away the court officials who came up to him, changed his previous arrogance, and bowed to Aimu calmly, even respectfully, and replied: "My name is Lu Xiuhong, greetings to the Saint of Yuehua Sect."

Under the leadership of Lu Xiuhong, everyone except those who were originally members of the Yuehua Sect followed in Lu Xiuhong's footsteps and bowed deeply to Ayimu, "Greetings, Saint!"

Ayimu rolled her eyes and touched her nails carelessly. Ah, her nails were scratched by that damn Lindu just now...

Mortals are always ridiculously stupid. They are obviously greedy and want to seize the secrets of heaven with their mortal bodies. After failing, they still pretend to be servile, which is really disgusting. It is better to kill them all to add a bit of glory to the burning of the sacred fire.

But she still held back, not because she was afraid of anyone. She was a disciple of the immortal sect, so how could she be afraid of these useless mortals? She just didn't want An Ling, who had already left, to become the target of public criticism. After all, she was just a wild cultivator, so she could be killed. Even if the Canglan Sword Sect was willing to protect her, it might not have any effect. Apart from the ancient lunatic Ling Fengyue, who else in the Canglan Sword Sect was worth being afraid of? And she also looked down on the fact that the Canglan Sword Sect, as one of the six major immortal sects, was still entangled with some small evil cultivators every day. It was really unworthy of the immortal sect's style. I'm afraid it should have declined into a mortal sect long ago, right?

Aimu recently heard a joke from his followers. It was ridiculous that an elder of the Canglan Sword Sect went to great lengths to lurk for several months in order to attend a ghost banquet, just to intercept the invitation and sneak in.

Ayimu did not ask them to get up. Everyone, led by Lu Xiuhong, did not dare to speak or stand up. They could only continue to half-kneel on the ground and pray for the saint's mercy.

Aimu leaned lazily on the soft cushion made up of human flesh by his followers, not even looking at them, as if they were just dead people.

After a long while, Timur came over, bowed to Ayimu, and whispered something. Ayimu's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she stroked her veil and smiled, "The prophet grandfather is right. She is really an interesting person. Let's go."

She stood up and walked out. Suddenly, she seemed to finally remember the people who were kneeling and sweating beside the lava pool. She looked back proudly like a peacock and ordered in a cold voice: "You all kneel here and don't move for an incense stick. If anyone moves, Timur--"

"Saint, I'm here." Timur responded.

"Then break that man's limbs and throw him into the lava pool. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you die easily."

There was more sweat on everyone's forehead, flowing down their faces like water. Now they dared not move no matter what, for fear of really angering this domineering saint who did not take human life seriously!

Aimu walked quickly out of the underground passage, and just as Timur said, An Ling was still leaning against the door of the machinery workshop and had not left yet.

Aimu said happily: "An Ling, you haven't left yet--" After that, he wanted to pounce on An Ling.

An Ling quickly stepped back several steps and stretched out her hand to stop Ayimu's behavior, "Saint, what do you mean?"

"I knew you were waiting for me. Good children deserve rewards~" Aimu spoke in a roundabout way and threw a coquettish glance at An Ling.

An Ling was speechless, "Please don't be so sentimental, Saint."

"If you're not waiting for me, then who are you waiting for?" Aimu asked with a smile.

"I..." An Ling sighed and drew out the Xiangzhu Sword in front of Ayimu. "I'll wait and see. If those big shots still want to kill me to silence me, I can't just sit there and wait to die."

"Oh?"

"If that time comes," An Ling suddenly burst out with murderous intent, "then I will have to strike first."